Naruto Immersive Replay, The Curse of the Sharingan

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Have you finally stopped pretending? Are you finally... willing to show your true self?

This realization made everyone's heart race.

Your gaze slowly swept over the crowd, like a sharp knife, dissecting their defenses inch by inch. You chuckled softly and tapped the armrest of the throne.

"End of the meeting."

—There weren't even any tasks assigned today?

The next second, your figure had already disappeared from the throne, leaving only a light, fleeting sentence that echoed in the silent hall.

"It's been a long time since I've played games. Tonight at 10 PM... I'll start a game."

Everyone's pupils suddenly contracted, and their heartbeats were almost deafening.

"bring it on..."

"Let me see just how crazy your love can get."

You walk barefoot on the cold stone bricks, your black robe with red clouds hanging loosely, the hem swaying gently with your steps, like a ghost wandering in the shadows.

Around the corner, a white figure rushed towards us—

Kabuto's chest bumped into your shoulder, and the experimental data in his hand scattered all over the floor.

He took two steps back in a panic, his glasses hanging askew on his nose, and the snake-like pupils behind the lenses suddenly contracted.

"...I'm sorry." His voice was dry, and his fingertips curled up unconsciously.

You didn't move, but just tilted your head slightly. Moonlight slanted in through the narrow window of the corridor, illuminating half of your face. A faint smile played on your lips, and your scarlet Sharingan eyes gleamed with an eerie light in the shadows.

"Are you going to the lab this late?" Your voice rose slightly at the end.

Dou's Adam's apple bobbed.

“Hmm... there are a few sets of data that need to be revised.” He bent down to pick up the scattered documents, his white coat cuffs were stained with water, and his fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly when they touched a drawing marked “Absolute Cell·Variant”.

Your gaze lightly swept over the paper, then lightly moved away.

(Ah... what are you hiding from me?)

Your smile deepened, but you considerately refrained from asking further questions.

"Remember to rest early when you're done." You reach out, your fingertips gently brushing his hair, straightening his crooked glasses. The touch is fleeting, but it sends a shiver down Dou's spine.

(So ​​cold...like a snake.)

(...fascinating.)

When I came to my senses, all that was left at the end of the corridor was your back.

He pressed his palm against his left chest, feeling the uncontrolled throbbing there.

(Black Zetsu was right... She really does... have "the person she cares about most.")

Deep inside the laboratory, candlelight casts distorted reflections on glassware.

The hem of Yakushi Kabuto's white coat swept across the ground, and the candlelight cut two sharp gold lines on his glasses.

In the darkness, only the fluorescent green liquid tank in the center glowed eerily, like a cursed lake.

The lock on the special container was unlocked, and the black Zetsu's viscous body immediately stuck to the inner glass wall, grinning with a ripped smile.

“I knew you’d come.” Its voice sounded like countless sandpaper scraping together.

Kabuto brought the candle flame closer, the flame almost licking the surface of the container. "Tell me, who is the person she cares about most?"

Black Zetsu's eyes darted eerily in the candlelight. "You won't believe me—"

"He's the legendary Uchiha Madara."

The candle flame crackled and burst into a spark.

"Sandalus?" Kabuto's brows furrowed, his snake-like eyes behind his glasses shrinking sharply. "What evidence do you have!"

He believed it.

—But I didn’t completely believe it either.

Black Zetsu's body churned happily inside the container. "Evidence? You can go find the cave where Madara's body was buried."

It emitted a sticky, hissing sound: "When you see the traces of life there... all the answers will be clear."

"Interesting." Kabuto suddenly chuckled, the candlelight casting flickering shadows on his face. "However..."

He slammed the candle flame against the surface of the container, the scalding glass hissing. "If you're lying to me—"

"Then how about turning me into a specimen too?" Black Zetsu chuckled and retreated into the darkness. "After all, that lord... is someone who can easily destroy the ninja world."

The Xiao organization's main hall, 10 PM sharp.

The throne was empty, and the black banner with red clouds stood still in the windless air.

All the lights went out, and darkness engulfed the space like a tidal wave.

Deidara's fingers, which were holding the clay spider, froze, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Something was stuck to his back.

A pair of icy hands reached out from the darkness and gently covered his eyes, carrying a faint scent of mint and blood.

“Guess who I am?”

Deidara instantly straightened his back, his golden ponytail exploding out of shape. "A villain?! Hmm!"

"Correct answer~"

Soft lips pressed a kiss on his cheek, the moist touch like a dragonfly skimming the water, yet igniting a fiery sensation on his skin.

The next second, "Whoosh!"

On the throne, you lean lazily, your robes loosely hanging over your shoulders, revealing a pale collarbone. "Welcome to my King's Game."

Fifty-four floating cards appeared in mid-air, each with the Akatsuki organization's red cloud emblem imprinted on its back. With a gentle flick of your finger, the deck began to rotate as if it were alive.

"The rules are still simple, but there have been some slight changes."

You suddenly stand up from the throne and step barefoot across the cold ground.

As you walk, the cards begin to eerily ooze a blood-red liquid, which drips onto the ground and transforms into rose petals.

"The player who snatched the king..."

You flash a sweet yet chilling smile, "You can do 'anything' to me."

The air solidified instantly.

The lingering warmth of that kiss still lingered on Deidara's earlobe; Sasori's puppet strings tightened silently; Konan's paper condensed into sharp prisms in the air; Yahiko's breathing became noticeably heavier; and Obito in the shadows, his Sharingan beneath his mask had transformed into a kaleidoscope shape.

"but--"

You suddenly turn around, your black hair brushing against the cheek of the scorpion closest to you.

"Once I have the King..."

"The person who gets the last card... will have to accept a 'private punishment'."

Fifty-four playing cards were scattered across the long table and were snatched up by everyone. Hidan grinned as he counted his cards, Deidara excitedly flipped through his hand, Sasori's puppet fingers tapped lightly on the table, Kakuzu's green eyes scanned the entire room, and Kisame's Samehada throbbed excitedly in a corner.

There is no King.

"Hmm?" Mei Terumi raised an eyebrow, her red lips slightly parted. "Too few cards?"

All eyes slowly turned to you in the main seat, a playful light gleaming in your scarlet Sharingan eyes, and your slender fingers flicked lightly.

—The King card is clearly held between your two fingers.

"Oh, sorry," you chuckled, "I forgot to add the King card earlier."

—You did this on purpose.

—That card was in your hand from the beginning.

Everyone's breath hitched, their eyes burning as they stared intently at the card symbolizing "absolute command" on your fingertip.

You gently press the King card to your lips, your gaze sweeping over everyone like a feather.

Finally, your gaze settles on Mei Terumi.

"Then I'll punish myself...by finding someone to drink 'beauty wine' with?"

Mei Terumi's pupils dilated slightly, then a dangerous smile curved her red lips. "Oh?" She stood up, her heels clicking crisply on the ground. "Choose me?"

You tilted your head and lightly touched your lips with your fingertip. "Lady Meimei, why don't you start the game?"

Mei Terumi chuckled softly, carrying a sake jug as she walked up to you. Her fingertips brushed against your chin, gently lifting it.

"Okay..." She leaned down, their breaths mingling, "My dearest little girlfriend~"

The liquor poured out, and you took a mouthful of strong liquor but didn't swallow it. Mei Terumi's red lips parted slightly as she met yours.

The moment your lips touched, you slowly poured the wine into her mouth.

The wine flowed between their intertwined tongues, overflowing from their lips, sliding down Mei Terumi's fair neck, and disappearing deep into her collar.

"Well..."

When they parted, their silvery threads lingered, a sight both enchanting and dangerous.

Mei Terumi licked her lips, swallowed the 'beauty wine,' and a burning desire ignited in her eyes. Her fingertips caressed your lips, and her voice was hoarse, "So... women can be more alluring than men."

You gently pushed Mei Terumi away, wiped the wine stains from the corner of your lips with your fingertips, and smiled like a queen who controls everything.

"Next game..."

"Who will be my 'king'?"

Chapter 175 - Waist Kiss

"Lord Evil God! It's me!"

Hidan held up the King card, his ecstatic expression lasting less than a second, before the card was snatched away from his hand with a "whoosh".

"Yes! It's mine now!"

Deidara's blond hair drew a dazzling arc in the air. Like a cat that had stolen a fish, he swung the cards in his hand triumphantly. Before anyone could react, he had already leaped onto the roof beam.

"Deidara—!!" Hidan roared in fury, and the Blood Moon Scythe was drawn with a clang.

Sasori's puppet strings whizzed and wrapped around Deidara's ankle, Kakuzu's money tentacles pierced the ground, Kisame's Samehada bared its fangs excitedly, and even Mei Terumi narrowed her eyes, condensing Lava Release mist at her fingertips.

"You wicked woman! Protect me!"

Deidara flipped over and pounced on you from behind, putting his hands on your shoulders like a golden retriever with its fur standing on end, baring his teeth at everyone.

You laughed so hard your shoulders shook, a mischievous glint in your Sharingan eyes. "Hmm? You want the King's Card that much?"

Deidara suddenly pressed the card hard against your collarbone, his fingertips sinking into your snow-white skin, leaving a faint red mark.

"Look what this is!" He leaned close to your ear triumphantly, like a child seeking favor, completely ignoring Hidan's murderous glare.

You gently took the card, your fingertips deliberately brushing against his palm. When you looked up, your eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. "Deidara... are you going to punish me?"

Your voice was soft and gentle, with a pitiful tremor, as if you were truly afraid.

Deidara's ear tips turned bright red.

“Ahem… According to the rules of the game…” He turned his head away, his blond hair obscuring his burning cheek, “Unless you punish me.”

Suddenly, he turned around abruptly, glaring at you fiercely, his neck flushed red. "It has to be that kind of...that kind of punishment!"

You tilt your head, pretending to understand but not quite, and ask, "Which one?"

"That's right—um!"

Before he could finish speaking, you suddenly grabbed him by the neck.

Deidara's breath hitched.

—Your fingers are icy cold, and your pressure is just right, stopping him at the point where he feels suffocated but not truly in pain.

His vision began to blur, the only thing clear was the faint scent of mint on you, cool yet alluring.

Then, "Hmm...!"

You bite down on his Adam's apple.